Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious
That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.
If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.
This woman talk like she from so deep in the country she got corn growing in her shoes.
You're gon' have to say to your self, am I gon' believe what them fools say about me today?
It seems like at some point you'd run out of awful.